C7

That day, the Jiang manor was a bustling city. The men of the Fortune Pavilion searched the streets and alleys, causing a lot of chaos and causing a lot of criticism and clamoring along the way.

He had been watching for the entire afternoon and only felt dizzy. He told the others to keep watch on the Immortal Assembling Pavilion's rooftop. The moment there was any movement, he would immediately report it. He ordered some food and wine to tell his brothers to eat first, before taking a break from breathing.

"How did you get to the sore spot in your heart?" I just want to destroy the prestige of your Fortune Pavilion. "Sun Ji proudly said," You bunch of poor people who don't have money, what are you trying to put on airs here for if you don't have money for a meal. Go and call the boss over, I'll definitely uphold justice for him today! "

When the Flowing Wind Pavilion heard his words, they were so angry that they began to curse one after the other, and started to confront the other. Both sides argued with each other and the crowd was in an uproar. The roof was almost overturned. Sun Ji didn't seem to care about this trivial matter at all. He leisurely drank a cup of hot tea and calmly watched the scene. With one hand on his pleasure knife, he wanted to see who would have the courage to act rashly.

The moment the manager of the Immortal Assembling Pavilion came up, he saw the two big elders staring at each other like ants in a hot pot being roasted by a fire and hurriedly tried to smooth things over. These two groups had the advantage of numbers and influence. He couldn't afford to offend them no matter what.

Han Congan could be considered an acquaintance of the underworld since he had seen the peacemaker present. He didn't want to cause too much trouble in his own territory. However, he couldn't lose face. He put on a posture and said, "Manager Zheng, we are old friends now. You tell this Mr. Sun, when did I eat less than a cent here? He actually dares to say that our people from the Fortune Pavilion can't even afford to eat here, are you trying to hurt us by saying that? "

Sun Ji raised his hand and looked at him, saying, "Manager Zheng, I think you know what I'm doing. You wouldn't want to mess with me over such a small matter, right? If he can afford it, can't we? Is our money not money? Today, I will do my work here and properly entertain us brothers. To tell you the truth, today I have my eyes on this Feng Shui treasure ground. If you don't enjoy this meal, then don't blame us brothers for not giving you face! "

Shopkeeper Zheng saw that this matter was obviously caused by his battle qi. The gangs in the martial arts world were fighting and he had been in the open for business. He had truly met with an unexpected calamity. However, Han Congan knew the person's orders. This was a local tyrant, so he wouldn't leave even if someone else left.

He said in a sad voice, "Big brother, it's not easy for so many of you to come here to eat. I'm really grateful. However, there's always a first come first serve, I know that big brother has the spirit of a brother when he comes out to mingle in the martial arts world, so don't make things difficult for big brother over such a small matter. Our small business really can't take the hardships. Please help me! "

After Sun Ji heard this, he felt very displeased. He felt embarrassed in front of all these brothers and retorted, "So you're saying that you look down on us? Han Congan, you and I are both people of the martial arts world, so we will use the rules of the martial arts world to resolve this matter. What do you think? "

"The rules of the martial arts world are really good!" Han Congan gave a cold laugh and said angrily, "I didn't expect that you would be so shameless as to force your way in. Do you think I, Han Zaiyuan, would be afraid of you? "

"How preposterous! "You're really courting death, Han Zaiyin!" Sun Ji's anger suddenly reached the top of his head and he attacked with anger. The Satisfactory Blade flashed in his hand and disappeared with a 'swish'. Without waiting for everyone to clearly see where the saber was, Han Congan's law enforcement staff began to thump loudly in front of him as the two fiercely clashed with each other.

Han Congan's steel rod that was as long as a person was immediately attacked by Sun Ji's blade of satisfaction. Although he fought back with all his might, he was still somewhat passive. With a little force in his hand, the tables and chairs around him were all ruined.

When he saw this scene, he took the opportunity to sweep the area and put away the law enforcement staff. Then, he split it into two, and the two steel rods began to fly up and down. Sun Ji did not expect this change.

He used all of his strength to push his opponent ten feet away and said, "Sun Ji, this is not a good place to fight. If you have the ability, let's go out and fight!" With that, he leaped up with ease and flew out of the window.

Sun Ji was still in the middle of his battle, so how could he let this go? He flew out of the window with his sword in his hand and shouted, "Are you afraid of me? My Satisfying Blade has never been afraid of anyone. If I don't beat you to the point of vomiting blood today, my name won't be Sun Ji! "

Hearing this, Senior Disciple Han teased, "Good, grandson. You don't even come and kowtow a few times when you see your Grandfather Han?"

"Your grandmother's bear!" Sun Ji flew into a rage as he pulled out his sword and shouted, "You dare to take advantage of your grandpa Sun? You are simply daring! Give me your life, Han Zaiyin! "

The cold light in front of him flashed brightly, and the sharp blade light created tremors in the surrounding area. The violent wind waves moved without wind, instantly engulfing everyone within. In the air, he let out an angry roar, like a ferocious tiger that was about to fall down a mountain and take his dog life.

Unexpectedly, Han Juanyun was unperturbed. Before he could even land his attack on Sun Ji's head, he had already leapt high into the air and arrived right above Sun Ji's head. How could Sun Ji let this go? He treated it as an appetizer, and with a slight movement of his body, he followed closely behind, causing sparks to fly everywhere and blade lights to flash.

Han Congan held the staff in both hands without stopping. It was as if the two armies were fighting each other, beating the drums at a speed that seemed to be faster than the other. His law enforcement staff was as black as ink, but it was already stained with the blood of countless people. The blood that splattered onto the rod was bright red, and it radiated a terrifying light. It was as if it possessed life, and its killing intent was endless.

Holding this weapon he was proud of his entire life, he shouted, "Sun Ji, I hope you bring out all of your abilities to fight, because that is the greatest pride of your life. "Come and die, Sun Ji!"

After an intense collision, the two figures separated and stood on opposite sides of each other. Right now, the two were standing on both sides of the eaves, facing each other from afar. It was as if the Chu and Han worlds were completely separate. The two figures moved, and the distance of several Zhang between them leaped into the air, turning into a foot close to each other.

The two of them were already engaged in a fierce battle of close combat. The battle was so intense that it was hard to distinguish between the two and they could not be separated from each other. However, he did not know that it was extremely dangerous. The moment they crossed blows, a slight mistake could lead to his death. This martial arts world would always remember the victor's contribution. Who would care about the loser's miserable ending? The difference between life and death could be seen with a single thought.

Han Congan and Sun Ji were engaged in a fierce battle like a raging fire. On the other hand, the crowd outside the Immortal Assembling Pavilion was in an uproar. How could the people of both sides coexist peacefully? The passersby were so scared that they pissed their pants and ran far away. However, there were also some martial artists who were not willing to leave. They were watching the intense battle and discussing passionately, surrounding this place so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.

Sun Ji had been a famous figure in the martial arts world for a long time. That swift move was as fast as a movie. Who knew how many times he had fought, but the more he fought, the more valiant he became. As for Han Congan, he was a local figure in Yangzhou. His martial arts had also grown rapidly. The shadows of his staff had transformed into countless streaks of cold light, firmly enveloping his opponent. They would definitely not be given any chance to relax.

At this time, a fat merchant with gray hair at his temples exclaimed, "Isn't that Enforcer Han from the Flowing Wind Pavilion? Who dares to offend him? "

His shout was still too loud, causing a lot of people around him to turn their heads to look at him. One of the people beside her said, "Who knows? "I heard that the other person is from famous sects. Maybe he had gotten into a fight over a territory?"

A tall and thin scholar standing next to him sneered, "Bullshit, what do you mean by seizing territory?" If you don't know, then don't spout nonsense. What are you trying to steal territory for? They don't like each other! "

Another person asked, "Just who is that fellow next to us? How dare he act so arrogantly and go up against the entire Fortune Pavilion?"

The tall and thin scholar revealed, "I know, I know him." I'm afraid you won't believe it, but that person is the leader of the fast blade sect, Sun Ji, who is the guardian of the famous hall. Otherwise, Deacon Han wouldn't have been able to defeat him. Let's not talk about it anymore, they're fighting again. "

"Quickly come and have a look. Let's take a gamble, is it Deacon Han or Sun Ji's victory? Do not miss the opportunity to make a fortune after passing by. Buy it and leave! " The crowd on the opposite side had already started their gambling.

When everyone heard this, they looked up and saw a black and a green figure recklessly fighting back and forth. They moved like lightning and moved like dragons. They looked extremely brilliant, but in reality, their killing intent radiated in all directions. Every time the two of them clashed, their attacks and defenses would fluctuate back and forth. If they weren't careful in a single move, they could easily be defeated. Not a single mistake could be made.

Unknowingly, they had battled over a hundred times. Each of them had their own gains and losses. If the stalemate continued, then it was time to see who revealed the fatal flaw in order to break the stalemate.

Sun Ji's sabre speed was fast enough and ruthless enough. Although his opponent's dual staff was moving up and down with a fierce and tyrannical power, he was not afraid. Sun Ji's sabre speed was fast enough and although his opponent's double sabre was moving up and down with a fierce and tyrannical power, he was not afraid.

After battling for half a second, he was so hungry that he inevitably lacked strength. He took the opportunity to fiercely attack and retreat from the battle, using his long blade to shout at his opponent, "Han Congan, I know you know how to fight. I'll fight you three hundred rounds after I've eaten my fill. How about it? "Speaking of which, it's not that I'm afraid of you, it's just that I'm so hungry and have no energy at all!"

Hearing this, Han Congan gave up. He raised his steel rod and knocked it against the wall with a bang. "Fine. I'll give you a chance. We'll stop today." Since it was getting late, he would fight again tomorrow. "How about it?"

The two of them had reached an agreement to fight again tomorrow, so they didn't mention it when they packed up their men and left.

"When both parties left, the people below did not agree." What the hell was going on!? "Why do you say that if you don't want to fight, then so be it. What do you take us for?" "Then how does this bet count? Who wins?" By the way, where's our money? "Hand over the money!" There was another wave of discussion.